-Giovanna's POV-
I woke up and helped make breakfast with Helena. Today’s Sunday, so the whole family goes to church, regardless if they’re religious or not. Charles doesn’t care. During that time, that’s when the maids and I make their usually breakfast.
Francesca makes the platter of bacon that is passed around the dining table. Julia makes the main course; usually it was pancakes of all kinds or waffles of all kinds, it all depended on if she wanted to use the griddle or the press. Helena is in charge of the fresh-squeezed juices and coffee. I make the eggs. And it has to be to their certain liking, whether it’s sunny-side up or scrambled or whatever. And it’s always changing, so I never know when I’m going to get yelled at. Then there’s Lacey, Julia’s three year old daughter who helps bringing the fruit upstairs to the table.
We line up in front of the wall as the family files into the dining room. They all sit down, except Anthony. He didn’t know where to sit.
“You can sit next to Kalel, Anthony.” Theresa told him.
Kalel smiled widely and Anthony pulled out his chair and sat down. Kalel moved her chair closer to Anthony.
The family began to pass around the plates of food, picking what they wanted and putting it on their plate. Anthony just sat there looking if there was something he wanted.
“Isn’t there just cereal?” He asked.
Everyone looked at him like he was insane or something.
“Sundays are the day where they make us a special breakfast.” Mari explained, pointing her fork at us maids. “So, no, there isn’t cereal.”
"Unless you want cereal,” Kalel added, batting her eyelashes and flipping her hair, “I can get Giovanna to get you some. Right, daddy?”
Charles looked up from his plate, “Yes, my dear.”
“Giovanna.” She sneered. “Go get Anthony some cereal.”
I walked out of the room and down the stairs. I opened the cupboards and pulled out a box of Frosted Flakes. I poured him a bowl and poured some milk in it. I brought it back upstairs and set it in front of him. “Here you go, sir.” I said as I walked back to the wall.
He began to pick at it. Everyone was eating happily. We maids always make a little more than needed when they have this breakfast because we get the leftovers.
We clean up the plates, eat our breakfast, and go to our duties. Julia and Francesca go outside to work on the garden, Lacey just ran in the grass as she caught little bugs in her small, chubby hands and Helena and I go to work cleaning the inside of the house. There was going to be a huge gala here tonight and it needed to be cleaned up.
I was walking toward the ballroom when Kalel stuck her foot out and I tripped on it, falling face first onto the marble floors.
“Watch where you’re going, whore.” She laughed evilly and walked away.
I got myself up and glared at her.
She looked back at me, “What are you looking at? Get back to work, slave.”
She had so many names for me, yet none of them were true. I walked into the ballroom and started to mop the floors.
“Hey, umm, Giovanna?”
I turned around to see Mari and Marzia standing in the doorway.
“We were wondering if you’d like to come with us to go dress shopping.” Marzia offered.
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